

When my husband and I did IVF three years ago, it was all about me.
But not in that fun, treat-yourself-pamper-day type of way.
Not quite.
All the information; all the well meaning advice and all the tips online were all about what I – the partner hoping to carry the child – should do.
Or... not do (there are a LOT of those).
Zara. Image: Supplied.
My husband’s role seemed to begin with a consent form, and then end after some special time in a small room with a cup.